The first blog in the "What would you be" series concerns my looks. Now, that seems rather vain to talk about how I look because some might say that I should be content with "how God made me." Yet I wonder: how much is God and how much is me making poor decisions? Honestly, I would love to be thinner, muscular and look utterly fabulous in high-heeled sandals worn by models in "Lucky" magazines. I've been working out and have lost weight but realistically, I'm still flabby with a few more pounds to loose and my ankles prefer shorter shoes.
My clothes tend to be more basic. At the moment: jeans, t-shirt, & hoodie sweater. Good day-off outfit. Work clothes tend to be more classic - slacks or skirts with sweaters, blouses, and jackets. Business attire required by the banking world. The few suits in my closet were purged with a 30 pound weight loss. I'd rather not buy too many new clothes during this transition time and so far great items have been found at thrift stores and clothing swaps. I would like to have effortless causal style that is more city than urban. My closet would be filled with cool red shoes similar to clogs but not clogs because my ankles tend to roll. Shoes that are not two-sizes larger than usual to account for my second toe being longer than the first.
Once upon a time, I wished for red curly hair, just like my moms. My darkish blond pin-straight hair has no need for straightener's here. Fine, silky locks that can barely hold a curl. Layered for an impression of body and fullness. Long enough to pull back into a ponytail for running. I've considered short hair but it doesn't seem very practical nor flattering for my face shape. I've always found the fine curly hair look amazing! Unfortunately, perms only dry and frizz out my hair.
Despite eschewing makeup during the college years, I've decided as an adult it is my friend. Disguising largish pores and uneven skin tone I feel more confident and beautiful. Foundation, eye shadow, mascara, blush, lipstick, and occasionally eye liner. In some ways, it feels like I am putting on a mask as I wish I felt confident about my naked skin. The ability to go "free" seems like the ultimate simplicity - freedom to be and express your soul.
I’m blogging along with Mathnerd today (and several times this month). Check out what she’d be!
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A long second toe means you're going to be rich. I learned that in the second grade. I have very short toes, so it's good that I tend toward hippieness.
The idea of being rich sounds great! If I ever get there... I'll be generous and keep a space for a starving artist.
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